I must confess that when it comes to a pumpkin, couches are the worst place to carve them.
The stringy insides can overtake your house,
and wind up inside your purse.
I crane my neck to take a peek at the various carvings around me,
people can be such divas about their artwork.
The faces seem to condemn my thoughts of a happy autumn,
and remind me that halloween is for spooks and not glamour.
I must confess that when it comes to a pumpkin,
couches are the worst place to carve them.
The stringy insides can overtake your house,
and wind up inside your purse.
I crane my neck to take a peek at the various carvings around me,
people can be such divas about their artwork.
The faces seem to condemn my thoughts of a happy autumn,
and remind me that halloween is for spooks and not glamour.